My dreams have been foredoomed then

My thinks stucked in a wry mazeroom

My wings melted under the sun

Only hopes were thrown around me

 

I found in my heart planted seeds

An invitation for dinner 

Our guests blackbirds

All together start symposium 

They peck viscus

Blooding beads wet all the feathers 

 

The lost in my old fridge 

Among peas and beans

A childish behaviour 

Holding a fresh wing 

The yard was crowded 

And my dog was full

 

Now ,leave me alone

I am dreaming

Like a successfull man

I am flying above the sky

I swimm down the seas

That is " The ideal dreams"

Kiki Materi